Jonna’s gone forever and he’s stuck here with us.”

“That still doesn’t mean—”

“No,” she agreed before he could finish the thought.

“But it does mean I’m not going to take it too person-

ally and you shouldn’t either. Mother used to tease me

about the time I stomped my foot and yelled that I was

purply mad with her.”

Purply mad?”

“I knew purple, I didn’t know perfect. The point is, she

was my mother. Not my stepmother, yet I absolutely hated

her at that moment. Nothing we can say or do changes the

fact that Jonna’s dead. That’s the cold hard reality Cal has

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to deal with, but it’s something he’s going to have to work

through on his own. All we can do is give him love and

security and let him know what the rules are.”

Her face was turned up to his and he bent his head to

kiss her. “Anybody ever tell you you ought to run for

judge?”

When they got to the courthouse, it was still pour-

ing, so he dropped her at the covered doorway to the

Sheriff ’s Department and she waited while he parked

and made his way back with a large umbrella. Despite

the rawness of the day, this felt to him like a spring rain,

not a winter one.

“I know Cletus and Mr. Kezzie have a garden big

enough to feed everybody,” he said happily, “but don’t

we want a few tomato plants of our own? And maybe

some peppers? Oh, and three or four hills of okra,

too?”

She shook her head in mock dismay. “Are tomatoes

the camel’s nose under the tent? Am I going to come

home and find the south forty planted in kitchen veg-

etables? I’m warning you right now, Major Bryant. You

can plant anything you want, but I don’t freeze and I

certainly don’t can.”

Because it was early for her, they walked down to the

break room and as they emerged with paper cups of

steaming coffee, they met a damp Reid Stephenson.

“Got an extra one of those?” he asked.

“You’re out early,” Deborah said.

“I’ve had Flame Smith on my tail since last night.

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What about it, Dwight? When did he die? Before the

divorce or after?”

“Now that I can’t tell you for sure. We may not ever

know.”

“Guess I’d better go talk to Pete Taylor,” he said.

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